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Villager: Haru

His mother's delight he grew up in the lap of luxury and had an idyllic childhood until her death when he was still a wee kitten. From there things went downhill quickly.

The heir to an empire of destruction and waste, he's turned over a new leaf but you won't find him in the limelight these days. He prefers to pull the strings from behind a few dozen heavy curtains. Veils and layers, and a mask maybe too. (but he's not afraid to get his hands dirty and how far can you really fall from the tree when the tree is filled with murder?)

His inner circle is terribly loyal, deadly so.

Heavily battle scarred, mobility issues, blind and disfigured in his left eye (good thing he always closed that one to aim anyway.)

He lives on the coast right on the border between Olde Foxbury and Dragon's Maw Manor in a crumbling family estate with a limited staff and some very overprotective bodyguards.

A List of Things:
classical violin
earl grey tea
a bed before the fireplace
a well stocked library
blood spotted handkerchiefs
a heavy cough
a sawed-off shotgun
some loyal dogs (and companion pets too)
cracked gemstones
white suits
logic puzzles
white fairy lights
healing spells
bleaches his hair (it's like bright red usually)
has a very good dry cleaner
gloves, plastic tarps, bleach wipes~